Category Archives: Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI)

We were up late due to the excitement of fireworks, a fire pit and s’mores. To bed at 3am and up at 6am. what a joy. David had my cell phone this morning, so friends, if you received either a text message or an email from my phone this morning, it wasn’t me. So I am looking for someone to put an electrical outlet into a cabinet so I can plug my phone in at night and lock it up at the same time. Any takers? I took the phone back. Battery is dead. A short while later, the door to upstairs magically opened. (It is locked to keep David out of his siblings things.) So the search began for my keys. I found them. A quick check shows that the key to the door is missing, as well as the keys to the locks. “I don’t know how the

Mr David woke up in a good mood. And has been going non-stop. I wish I had 10% of his energy. Heck even 1%. He is so bouncy this morning that he has the whole house on edge. He wears a patch that delivers his methlyphenidate (rittalin) and he takes them off when ever he wants to. He is on the patch because he was making himself throw up his meds. School, yes, the doctor knows. Yes we are taking steps to counteract his actions with his patch. This is also why he needs a paraprofessional. Someone to help keep him on track and give him a window of opportunity where he can be as energetic as he needs to be and burn some off. This afternoon, mom and aunt are taking him and most of the kids to the city for dental appointments. I am lucky I can stay

Things are kind of rocking along here in whynotfathers land. Our youngest son is still being home schooled. We still don’t know what is supposed to be in the Service Plan that we are supposed to file with the school district. Our state Department of Public Instruction gave me our state century code as guidelines, and then referred me to our school superintendent for more advice. The superintendent told me to ask my wife. My wife, who teaches in special education in another district, says he doesn’t need one, and even if he did, doesn’t know what is supposed to be in it. Our local newspaper did a feature story about David and I, about our little home school. It was kind of neat. Wish we could have talked about the issues with our local district a little more, but getting the word out about kids having special needs was